Ask not for whom the bells toll
They toll for thee.
But they a wedding song sing
Or so it seems to me.
Or, mayhap in childbirth rejoice
The proud family.
Perhaps, they first golden leaf welcome,
In bosom of the Autumn lady.
Or, could they be the litany of snow?
Falling into silence, musically.
Hark! Are their notes sober and sombre?
Mourning the surrender deathly.
Or do they call Youth to war
To kill strangers unnamed blindly.
But I hear my favourite alone
An innocent love lullaby,
A new morn, a new life, a hope new herald
Chiming laughter and a butterfly.
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